Again Mohammed protested that he could not recite, did not know what to recite, but the angel—the voice—the impulse—blazed once more: “Recite!” Thereupon Mohammed felt words of terrible grandeur forming in his heart and the recitation began: Recite in the name of your Lord Who created, Created humans from a drop of blood. Recite! And your Lord is most Bountiful. He who taught humans by the pen, taught humans that which they knew not.
